"Poison!" he said.
"What?" gasped Steve. "You don’t mean—— Why, how was he poisoned?"
"That is the mystery, but there are plenty of ways to drop something into a glass of water in the mess-hall."
"Great Scott!" exploded Nunn. "You don’t suppose anybody did that?"
"I don’t know; but the doctor has plainly said that he must have taken some sort of a drug, and I know he never took it of his own accord."
"Well, somebody ought to be lynched!" Steve declared. "That’s the worst I ever heard about!"
"Say nothing," warned Frank; "we may find out some time who did it."
The time for the second half to begin came round, and once more the two teams spread out on the field for the kick-off. This time it was Hudsonville’s turn to open the game, and King led off with a handsome long drive into the home team’s territory.
Singleton returned the kick, doing almost as well, the difference being not more than three yards. Back came the ball from King, and Kent believed he saw a splendid chance to make a good run and cover himself with glory. The ball struck in his hands, but he was too eager to get a start, and he muffed it.
Fisher came down like a swooping hawk, caught up the ball, and was brought to earth with it nine yards from Fardale’s goal.